(The tassel)
Yes, you see it,
Sitting there across the row
It has got a lot of bugs,
But there's something about it
And you don't know why, but you're dying to try,
You want to yank it out

(The squad-leader)

(S)he's behind you,
Picking all the ones you missed
Hopefully (s)he'll bump you up
So you won't be the slowest
It don't take a word, not a single word,
Go on and pick your row.

Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la! My, oh my! Don't let it pass you by!
Go on and yank it out!
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la! Don't pick bad, you'll make your leader mad,
Go on and pick your row.

(The hardships)
Yes, your feet hurt,
Your hands might have blisters too,
Your neck is all cut up,
And your arms have corn rash
And your legs are sore, this round is such a bore,
But just keep picking now.

(The Force)

There you see them,
Picking at the speed of sound,
You know they won't let you down,
Now the Force is with you!
So don't sit out now, don't let your whole bus down,
Go on and pick your row

Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la! Don't stop now, this is your final round,
Go on and pick your row!
Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la-la! Forget your woes, a bailer's in your row,
Now it's time to go.

I get up early in the morn,
to go pick some corn.
I'm not afraid to sweat,
but I sure do get wet.
You may think picking a tassel,
may be a hassel.
But believe me it's just some fun,
in the sun.

The gentle light of the full moon drops peacefully down to the earth.
It falls upon the soft leaves of a field of corn.
The corn feels it and looks up.
As soon as the corn sees the moon,
Its soft leaves become double bladed knives.
The beautiful tassels become long jagged teeth.
The roots become razor-sharp claws

They break away from the earth 
and start roaming through the countryside.
You never hear of werecorn attacks from adults.
They don’t believe.
But the kids know.
The corn-bears know.
The gravel on the country lanes know.
Beware the Werecorn!
Detasselers Beware!

Even after its bloodthirsty rampage through the country,
The werecorn is not satisfied.
Breakfast has not yet arrived.
Every morning at 6:00, breakfast comes.
After a full moon, each crew loses about two detasselers.
Adults blame the corn-bears.

But the kids know.
The corn-bears know.
The gravel on the country lanes know.
Detasselers beware!

The drivers that they have here
They say are mighty fine
They rule like Adolf Hitler
And look like Frankenstein

(chorus)			
Oh, I don't want no more of detass'ling
Hey, Mom, I wanna go
But they won't let me go
Hey, Mom, I wanna go home!

The buses that they have here
They say are mighty fine
We're cruisin' down I-80
And we're going fifty-nine!

(chorus)

The city kids that they have here
They say are mighty fine
They don't know cob from tassel
And they're whining all the time!

(chorus)

The suckers that they have here
They say are mighty fine
They're hidden in the rows
And colored lemon-lime!

(chorus)

The lunches that they have here
They say are mighty fine
It's been cooking there all day
And it consists of goop and grime!

(chorus)

The short rows that they have here
They say are mighty fine
I've got a massive backache
From bending over all the time!

(chorus)

The tassels that they have here
They say are mighty fine
We have to keep on pullin'
To earn that money so divine!

(chorus)

The holes that they have here
They say are mighty fine
But a badger came a-runnin'
And killed a friend of mine!

(chorus)

The weather that they have here
They say is mighty fine
We have to keep on pullin'
Come rain or snow or shine!

(chorus)

The beans that they have here
They say are mighty fine
We have to hurry through them
But we have to stay in line!

(chorus)

The pivot tracks that they have here
They say are mighty fine
But if you aren't quite careful
You be covered in mud and slime!

(chorus)

Oh! its the c-o-r-n-b-e-a-r s-o-n-g song! Woo!
c-o-r-n-b-e-a-r s-o-n-g song! Woo!
And if you don't think that we can sing it faster than you're wrong
But it would help if you'd just sing along 
(bum bum bum) 
(repeat faster)

For tassels grown on planted corn,
as you fall down, with you we'll mourn.
We know not why this dismal earth,
doth bring you forth in fruitful birth,
to let you die, so grim, so cold,
the life you've lived has been so bold.
But now you die, that seed may live,
your life a gift you freely give.

We cannot help but elaborate,
on how your life doth correlate
to that of sacrifice complete,
that we with our lives might repeat.
You give yourself unto death,
and as you fall with dying breath,
you cry of victory for corn,
for as you die, the seed is born!

A lesson is here that all should learn,
and act upon when tables turn.
When this tassel gives its life away,
the corn has hope for another day.
The story goes on deeper yet,
it must be told lest we forget:
Its symbol of death, and life renewed,
must not be twisted, lost, or skewed.

This perfect surrender, bold and true,
a picture of the death for me and you.
The death that brings us life restored,
the death of Christ, the risen Lord.
We don't know why it does this deed,
but let us learn from this and heed:
The death of tassels passed on by,
reminds us of hope for you and I.

When from under closed lids
Green tassels you see
And your hand reaches out
To pluck them all free
When the field is your bathroom
A bus seat your bed
And a camelback soft
To lay down your head

When your name is called out
With “squad-leader” behind
A smile of pride
You struggle to hide
When you know what “full pulls” are,
And “rounds”, and “passes”
And the shame that it brings
To leave sparkling tassels

When words of relief
Are on everyone’s lips
As you leave every field
Without female tips
When duct-taped soles
Are easily found
And when people yell “PIVOT”
You look to the ground

When you hope that you’ll see
Each field but twice
And dread the reproach
Of pulling more than thrice
When sleeping in late
Is a thing of the past
But it’s all made worthwhile
By your paycheck at last.

I've missed tassels
Time after time
I've walked past green-snap
But to think it was fine
Of those mistakes
I've made a few
I've had my share of bad rows in this field
But I've come through

We are detasselers my friends
And we'll keep on pulling
Till the end
We are detasselers
We are detasselers
No time for quitters
Cause we are detasselers
Of the corn

You've finished your row
And then bailed mine
We've been given all these acres
Of corn to pull in
Such little time
But there isn't short corn
It's no third-pull field
It's considered a challenge to pull
This whole field of corn
But we mustn't yield

We are detasselers my friends
And we'll keep on pulling
Till the end
We are detasselers
We are detasselers
No time for quitters
Cause we are detasselers
Of the corn

We are detasselers my friends
And we'll keep on pulling
Till the end
We are detasselers
We are detasselers
No time for quitters
Cause we are detasselers

Its five o'clock on a Saturday
the regular detasselers shuffle in
theres a young boy sitting next to Me
saying hi to his sandwich and chips

he said hey man could you sing me a detasselling song
im not realy sure how it goes
but I sang it a lot with al of my friends
when I wore my regular clothes

tassel tassel, tassel
tassel teasel, tassel

Pull us a tassel you're the tassel man
Pull us a tassel tonight

Cause were all in the mood for detasselling
And you got us feeling alright

Now Heidi at the buss is a friend of mine
She gets me my snacks for free
and she's quick with a punch or to eat all your lunch
but there's some other place she would be

she said hey john this job is tiring
as the smile runs away from her face
"I believe I could be top tasseler
If only I could pick up the pace

tassel tassel, tassel
tassel teasel, tassel

now Craig is a realy good tasseler
he never had time for a girl
and hes talking to basstling whos still in detassling
and probably will be for life

and the bus driver practices tassling
and the tassler eats his lunch
there both sharing a lunch of tiredness
but its then being tired alone

Pull us a tassel you're the tassel man
Pull us a tassel tonight
Cause were all in the mood for detasselling
And you got us feeling alright

it's a pretty good field for a Saturday

as the bus driver gives a smile
cause he knows that its me that's talking a lead
and detassling for a while

and the field looks like a carnival
but realy its just a joke
and they sit on the bus and put water in my jug
and say hey man what are you doing here?

tassel tassel, tassel
tassel teasel, tassel

Pull us a tassel you're the tassel man
Pull us a tassel tonight
Cause were all in the mood for detasselling
And you got us feeling alright.

The wheels on the bus go round and round
To the fields
Sloven at the yields

The wheels on the bus go round and round
All through the morning

Once we get there we know what to do
let me tell you
you can do it too!

The wheels on the bus go round and round
All through the morning
We pick tassels all day long
sining our song
you can't go wrong!

The wheels on the bus go round and round
All through the morning

The kids on the bus like to through the water
at other folks
get soaked

The wheels on the bus go round and round
All through the morning

We'll miss our friends in the end
have no fear
we'll see 'em next year... 'cuz


The wheels on the bus go round and round
All through the morning!!!!

Dear John Deer,
I was distressed by our last row.
I know that you were not trying to Force me into making a rash 
decision,But I am writing back so as to field your question. 
My father, Pop Corn, didn’t like you at first.He thought you 
might be stalking me. My mom, Candy Corn, was more impressed 
with your manner, dare I say your Husky voice. I apologize for
my brother, Chip. It was not right for him to duct tape your 
feet together when you came over for our Corn meal.  
All in all,the Corn family thinks I need a husband and that 
you might B1! Although I enjoyed my time with you, but I think
we need to part ways. This stems from my yearning to be free. 
I know you think there is someone else, but there is not a 
kernel of truth to that story. Please don’t be Green with envy
and Snap. It would be best if you pivot around and take the bus
home. This might sound corny, but I think It would be best if 
you leaf at Dawn.

	Your friend always,
			Tamara Hunt

Steve walks warily down the row
With his cap pulled way down low
Ain’t no sound but the pulling of tassels
And his hands are ready to go
Are you ready, are you ready for this
For the hangers hidden this round
Friends crossing pivots shout “buddy!”
Tassels hit the ground
A tassel bites the dust

A tassel bites the dust
And another one falls, and another one falls
A tassel bites the dust
Hey, I’ll help bail you too
A tassel bites the dust
How do you think Monsanto would do
Without us if we were gone?
Mycogen, Syngenta too
Need our detasselers strong
We’re ready to set comfort aside
We know we can stand the heat

You know we’re not afraid to sweat
As the tassels fall at our feet
A tassel bites the dust
A tassel bites the dust
And another one falls, and another one falls
A tassel bites the dust
Hey, I’ll help bail you too
A tassel bites the dust
There isn’t a way you can stop our squads
You can’t pull us to the ground
Send us heat or send us mud or send us corn rash

But it won’t leave us down
We’re ready, yes we’re ready even
With blisters on our tired feet
In the neighboring panels tassels fall,
The agricultural heartbeat
A tassel bites the dust
A tassel bites the dust
And another one falls, and another one falls
A tassel bites the dust
Hey, I’ll help bail you too
A tassel bites the dust